Hullo…
this is the new chapter of my first Narnia’s Fanfict; ‘Poor Bloke’ and I still
have to admit that I’m not good at all with monarch conversation style; so
please spare me.
I published it on fanfiction.net of course, I just republish it here to enlarge the possibility of being read. LOL
I
own nothing, but the plot. Narnia and all of its awesomeness belong to C. S.
Lewis.
I
enjoy writing it, so I hope that you’ll enjoy reading it too.
I’m
welcoming any encouraging critics from you, so… don’t be shy, tell me what you
thought of this story.
Well
I’m done blabbering, enjoy…
==000==
I walk toward Lucy chamber and found that a faint
giggles and a wise voice greet me at Lucy’s beautifully engraved chamber door.
It’s the third night prince Garland stays at Cair Paravel. He spent all day
today with Lucy and Mr. Tumnus at the river bank that ended in the sea in front
of Cair Paravel. I feel certain that I know the reason of Lucy’s giggle as I
knock the door, smiling.
Maple – Lucy’s maid lady – opens the door. Her smile
fades away as she found out who is standing in front of her.
“Your majesty!! Please pardon my insolences.”
“Worry not my beautiful dryad,” I smile. “May I
trouble you with my sudden need of a cup of warm unicorn milk??”
“You’ll be honored me, your highness.”
“Thank you, dearest Maple.” She smiles before shuts
the door behind me.
I walk toward the giggle and found out that Lucy is
sitting in front of the fireplace, facing Mr. Tumnus. Both of them wear a very
delight expression on the face.
“I take it that both of you are having a very
pleasant moment?” I sit on the puffy armchair behind Lucy; fondle the loose
braid of her gently.
Mr. Tumnus arises suddenly, bowing. “Please pardon
my insolences, your majesty.”
“Worry not my wise Mr. Tumnus,” I say as I start
braiding Lucy’s hair all over again. “Please do sit, Mr. Tumnus. I have a question
about your day with prince Garland. Do you find the prince as a delighted young
man, Mr. Tumnus?”
“I do your highness.”
“Please… do tell me your wise idea of him.”
“I find him as a concern young man, your highness,”
Mr. Tumnus answers me, hesitantly.
“I’ll end up marry him over your statement, my wise
Mr. Tumnus. I will never doubt your notion.”
“Your majesty, I…” Mr. Tumnus face is bewilderment
as Lucy and I giggle.
“Oh… Susan, do stop teasing my dearest friend.” Lucy
smiles at the wise faun. “Worry not Mr. Tumnus.”
“I’m afraid that I do worry, your highness,” Mr.
Tumnus shifts uncomfortably on his armchair as Maple put a jug and three
goblets of warm milk on the coffee table beside him.
“Is there anything else you need, your highness?”
Maple asks.
“That will be all,” I answer. “Thank you, my dearest
dryad.”
She leaves the room quietly.
“Please… pardon my callousness, your majesty,” Mr.
Tumnus pleads. “I mean nothing insolent with my statement about Prince Garland
earlier, let alone cause your highness falls into a harm marriage.”
I smile. Lucy arises and sits on my lap; she touches
my cheeks with her warm hands.
“My dearest sister, you do know that I love you with
all my heart and soul, don’t you??” Lucy asks.
“I will be accursed if I do not.”
I look at her; she’s no longer the same little girl
that clings to a teddy bear when thunder rumbles. She has been the tender Queen
Lucy the valiant. Her courage and healing cordial is Narnia’s army biggest
asset. A marvelous aid for Peter and Edmund on the war.
“Prince Garland is such a gentleman. He fetched my
ribbon from a pool of mud today.” Lucy says. “He would be perfect for you if he
not whined and pouted over a little dirt that clung to one his sleeve.”
I kiss her forehead as I arise.
“Su…?” Lucy fondles my left hand gently.
“It’s late, you should get some sleep. The full moon
feast tomorrow will last until midnight,” I smile, grab a goblet of warm
unicorn milk and walk toward the door. “Good night, Lu, Mr. Tumnus.”
As I leave the chamber, I hear their responses
followed with a faint “poor bloke” from Lucy.
Its noon, the sun shines brightly. The breeze sweeps
my loose hair and silk purple gown lightly; I breathe the scent of sweet
flowers and delicious banquet in the air. I smile widely as Cair Paravel’s
royal garden alters into enchanted full moon feast reception.
All Cair Paravel occupants are involved in this
fuss. Lucy sits with rabbits, squirrels and dryads under the apple tree’s
shades, creates a beautifully long chain of flowers.
Edmund and Mr. Tumnus accompany price Garland who
has openly held his gaze toward me every time he gets a chance, clearly have no
interest in the fuss around him but still politely keep his attention toward my
brother.
I feel a sudden urge to leave; I don’t want to talk
to him yet. In no time, I am all alone; consciously take a path toward the
counselor chamber. The door is closed but as I draw closer the door is opened
and Oreius’s figure emerges.
“Dear the brave Oreius, please do tell me if the
high king is in a state of not expecting a visitor??”
“I shall put an ease on your gracious mind, your
highness. The High King will be jovial being visited by the gentles queen of
Narnia, let alone his dearest noble sister.”
“Thank you,” I smile, reaching for the chamber’s
door.
Peter sits on the chair with high prop, on the far
side of a large mahogany table. His eyes focus on the papers and a large old
skin colored map that spread out on the table in front of him, frowns in
concentration.
“I do believe a glass of icy apple juice will help
you think, my dear brother.”
“Ah… Susan,” Peter smiles as he walks toward me. “Do
honor me with your accompany.”
“What is the matter, my noble brother,” I anxiously
reach his hand. “Is there something I need to concern about?”
“Worry not Narnia’s gentle queen, nothing will
disturb you sound sleep as long I am The High King of Narnia.” He appeases me.
“But, I’ll be pleased if you gladly walk with me. The beach never feels as
entice as when you walk by me, my dearest sister.”
==000==
“Hmm… the sand feels great under my toes,” Peter
mumbles.
“Yes, It is. I do not remember the last time you
walk with bare feet.”
“I do not too,” He looks at me, smiles. “I do not
remember the last time we spent time together, the four of us, beside for meals
and feasts too. We should go for some Pevensie’s picnic soon, since you are
going to be somebody’s wife in no time.”
“Peter…” I plead, tearfully.
“Courage, my dear sister,” Peter embraces me
tightly.
“Peter… ” I land my hands on his broad chest.
“Please do tell me your notion of our guest.”
Peter loosens his embrace, hold my hand then walk
toward the wave. We stop when the cold salty water greets our feet.
“I say this as your older brother, not as the High
King of Narnia,” Peter says. “I have a responsibility over you, since mom and
dad isn’t here. I’ll do everything; anything to make sure the three of you will
always be safe and sound.”
Peter let my hand go and crouch down to touch the
wet sand.
“But as the High King of Narnia, I do have my
responsibility over my people too. That’s why I’ll do my best to keep this responsibility
hang in the balance, Su.”
I crouch down beside him. “I know.”
“Prince Garland is an adept swordsman, he’ll be a
great aid for Narnia,” Peter looks at me. “And I believe he loves you with all
his might, Su. Well… who won’t.”
I laugh at his compliment.
“Yet, I don’t think he is mature enough to become a
king. Or, in your case a husband,” Peter continues. “I know there is no bloke
in the whole universe, including England and Narnia that I can consider good
enough for you or Lucy, but at least I need them to be not only adept with
weapons, Galland in a war or a perfect adorer. They have to be mature and wise
enough to lead and love you for the rest of your life. I need you to be loved,
heard and respected, Su.”
I stand up; bury my toes in the wet sand.
“Su…?” Peter stands too, he holds his gaze on me.
I kiss his cheek.
“Poor bloke,” Peter says.
We look into each other eyes and laugh so hard. I
never laugh this hard since our evacuation to the professor Digory mansion.
To Be
Continued…